Officially Over It (SWAT Generation 2.0 10)

“I want to see this hair trailing over my thighs as you suck my cock,” he said out of the blue, his eyes moving from my hair to my eyes. “I have this one fantasy from when I was a kid. It all centered around you, me, my motorcycle, and the make-out spot out by the river.”

The make-out spot he spoke of was where all of the Uncertain kids used to hang out, get drunk, and fool around.

Though, some even took it a little further than making out, but neither one of us had—at least that I knew of.

“Yeah?” I asked. “I thought you hated me. Why would you want me to meet you there? That was where you took all your other girlfriends.”

All your girlfriends that weren’t me.

“I’ve never hated you, Reggie Morton. I’ve only ever…” His phone rang and he groaned.

He reached over and pulled it off of the bed where he must’ve dropped it at some point and read the readout.

He cursed.

“SWAT call,” he grumbled, looking pissed.

I bit my lip to hide my groan of frustration.

“Well shit,” I grumbled. “That’s no fun.”

He reluctantly pulled himself off of me and backed away toward the door, as if he didn’t trust me to allow him to leave without jumping on his back and begging him to stay.

It definitely was a real possibility, but I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

He didn’t need to know the depth of my feelings toward him.

Not ever.

“Be safe,” I found myself saying, my eyes on his lips.

He winked, and then he disappeared out of the door, then farther out of the duplex itself.

I slowly turned my back to the doorway and found myself heading for the bathroom.

A shower sounded like exactly what I needed.

I was just rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard the bathroom door creak open.

When I finally had all the soap gone and could open my eyes, it was to see Nathan standing there looking hot.

“They canceled the call,” he murmured as he slowly began to take his shirt off.

I bit my lip and watched as he took off first his shirt, followed by his boots, socks, and then pants.

When he finally got to his underwear, I couldn’t force myself to look away.

He slowly pushed the boxer briefs down the length of his muscular thighs, and I groaned aloud at the sight of his hard cock, colored a deep, ruddy hue, bouncing slightly with the beat of his heart.

He was hard, and thick, and had veins standing out all over his length.

I wanted to trace each one with my lips.

Nathan had other ideas, though.

The moment that he finally stepped into the shower with me, he had me up and pressed against the freezing-ass shower tile.

I groaned and squirmed, unable to stop myself from trying to get my back away from the freezing cold wall.

In the meantime, he was lining his cock up with my entrance and slowly pushing inside.

I gasped and stopped squirming at the first press of his cock against my opening.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as he felt the resistance. “You’re so tight.”

I didn’t bother to tell him why.

He didn’t need to know that I was a complete and utter lovesick fool when it came to him.

Instead, I tightened my legs and urged him even farther inside.

“Harder,” I ordered when he slowly started to rock his hips back and forth.

He grunted out a laugh and pulled back only to snap his hips back forward and push into me so deep and far that I nearly cried out in surprise.

I didn’t, but that was only because he had his mouth pressed to mine, swallowing the scream.

My arm flailed out for something to hold onto, something to give me purchase while the man that I was in love with fucked the absolute hell out of me.

The first thing I found was the hot water knob.

I latched onto it for dear life, my fingers gripping it so tight that my fingers cracked.

“Oh, God.” My head flew backward, right into the shampoo bottles that were barely being held up by the tiny shelf above my head.

The bottle fell into the next one, then the next one, until they all went tumbling down toward the floor.

Nathan cursed, his hands tightening on my hips for a few seconds as one of the bottles landed on his toe, but just as quick he was back, stroking into me as if he probably didn’t have a broken toe to deal with now.

Nathan hitched me up higher onto the wall, only to allow my body to fall back down a second later, this time giving me even more of his length.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, my head going forward to rest on his muscular shoulder.

The new angle allowed him to slip just a tiny bit deeper, and his next thrust came into contact with my cervix, sending a zing of surprise and discomfort through me.